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Eat, memory

(article, Caroline Cummins)

My fridge, it occurred to me last night while staring into its chilly interior, bears only a superficial resemblance to the one I grew up using. No, not the humming beast itself, but the contents.

My mother and I eat similar diets (pretty much anything) and do all our own shopping. But what my mother bought when she was raising kids and what I buy now are less like identical twins than fraternal. Here's a list.

|Margarine|Butter, organic|
|Skim milk, homogenized|Whole milk, organic, non-homogenized|
|Eggs|Eggs with lots of labels (organic, free-range, etc.)|
|Peanut butter that can sit in the pantry forever|Natural peanut butter that must be refrigerated|
|Orange cheddar|White cheddar|
|Dehydrated parmesan in a green shaker|A chunk of the stuff from Italy|
|Commercial salad dressing, several bottles|Annie's dressing, occasionally|
|Imitation maple syrup|The real thing|
|Instant oatmeal packets in pantry|Rolled oats|
|Soy sauce|Soy sauce, chili sauce, fish sauce, hoisin sauce, etc.|
|Bouillon cubes in pantry|Liquid broth or soup bases|
|Vegetables and fruit|Vegetables, generally organic (fruit stays on counter, not in fridge)|

You get the picture. To be fair, my mother no longer shops or eats the way she did when I was a kid. These days, she buys trans-fat-free margarine, real Parmesan (although it's still pre-grated), and organic milk. 

And frankly, she has no guilt. She bought what she thought was best for her family at the time, which is what most people do. But our palates, and our awareness, change. 

Do we know too much? Is there such a thing as too much transparency with regard to food?

Not in my fridge.